Because I had sought to challenge Destiny, Destiny had taken vengeance.

Everything means nothing that is the only truth.

It remains a mystery to me why some of that [pulp] fiction should be judged inferior to the rafts and rafts of bad social [literary] fiction which continues to be treated by literary editors as if it were somehow superior, or at least worthier of our attention. The careerist literary imperialism of the Bloomsbury years did a lot to produce fiction's present unseemly polarities.

Legends are best left as legends and attempts to make them real are rarely successful

Heroes betray us. By having them, in real life, we betray ourselves.

It is almost impossible to have a baseless snobbish opinion of the General Theory of Relativity.

Elric knew that everything that existed had its opposite. In danger he might find peace. And yet, of course, in peace there was danger. Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would always know paradox. And that was why in paradox there was always a kind of truth. That was why philosophers and soothsayers flourished. In a perfect world there would be no place for them. In an imperfect world the mysteries were always without solution and that was why there was always a great choice of solutions.